After taking up the new job of Dispatcher, Raj Lakshmana had been promptly sent on his first mission. He’d had no qualms about being sent out to harm others, the only thing that troubled him slightly was the fact that this was the very duty that Acaelus had performed in his pack. Was he following in his uncle’s footsteps, rather than his father’s? He’d quite obviously failed in performing the duty expected of him, for essentially all of his family had become scattered. His heart had sunk with guilt when the thought had come over him. The Lakshmanas were no longer a strong, great family. Raj couldn’t help but think of how disappointed his father would have been with him.
A sigh had escaped jaws, and biting his lip, the brute had continued on to track the two he’d been sent after. New thoughts filled his head, and he wondered just what these wolves were doing. Even if they had a “good” reason for their abandonment, he would still be carrying out the punishment. Abandonment. With the term entering mind, there was a sudden surge of recognition and tradition that flooded the Lakshmana’s veins. The motive behind one’s disloyalty had never mattered within the Lakshmanas’ group of buccaneers. Treason was treason, and you were a dead man if you disobeyed that rule. Perhaps his family’s customs weren’t dead, perhaps he could bring them back. Yes, he nodded with agreement to his own ponderings as he walked, nose twitching to keep silent check on the two mingling scents that painted the air.
Voices brushed the male’s tattered ears, and his skull lifted, breathing held for a moment. It was them, and another that was foreign to him. A scowl twisted rough lips, lids narrowing over deep blue orbs as he strode through the underbrush with strength in his steps. The greenery parted and a callous, stern stare was place upon the wolves, directed mainly towards the white wolf and his russet companion, the smells he’d been tracing boiling around their hides as confirmation. "Aye, your wish is granted, scum, for neither of you are worthy to even call yourselves Adegans," Spanish tones were licked with sparks as he hissed the words. "You will have to excuse me, punishment will be carried out, and I advise you not interfere, " his gaze flickered over to the other young man, a curt nod given in greeting before flying back to the two.
Hurting a woman was not anywhere near Raj’s interest, but if she did not choose to run, he would go after her at some point. For now though, he would focus on the male. He was large, and quite clearly posed the greatest threat. It would be pure idiocy to direct his attention anywhere else. So, the Lakshmana’s lip curled and a growl bubbled in throat as his hackles rose and ears pinned. It had been some time since he’d had a good fight, and a small amount of anticipation did rush along his spine. A second passed by with a blink, and then he charged at the male’s front with open jaws, aimed towards the pale beast’s neck region. Anything that he could grab onto at the moment would be sufficient; he wasn’t exactly out to kill, just to wear and tear.
Raj vs. Neuro
Attacks: Trying to grab/bite Neuro around his neck region
Defenses: Ears back, muscles tensed, hackles raised, eyelids narrowed